The High Ideals And Promises

Out Into The Cool Of The Evening Strolls The Pretender. He Knows That All His Hopes And Dreams Begin And End There.

Caught Between The Longing For Love, And The Struggle For The Legal Tender, Where The Sirens Sing And The Church Bells Ring, And The Junk Man Pounds His Fender. Where The Veterans Dream Of The Fight, Fast Asleep At The Traffic Light, And The Children Solemnly Wait For The Ice Cream Vendor.

I Was Doing My Best Bogart, But I Was Having Trouble Getting Into Her Jeans.

I've Written Many Extra Verses To Songs That I Learned To Sing - An Extra Verse About A Friend, Or Just Add Some Verse - And That Led To Writing My Own Songs.

People Stand Themselves Next To The Righteous They Believe The Things They Say Are True They Speak In Terms Of What Divides Us To Justify The Violence They Do But It Is One, It Is One One World Spinning 'round The Sun Wherever It Is You Call Home Whatever Country You Come From It Is One